Mounted Fairy


Our Poem

There was a tiny foal born at dawn,
As drops of dew bathed the lawn.
With tiny ears and tiny toes,
Dark round eyes and velvet nose.

Prancing, playing through the day,
Entrancing all that month of May.
Named now Dawn she came to call,
All fluffy brown, soft and small.

Verse by Mary Lascelles

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